Tsira Gogeshvili - * * * Sweet Tea

Roses do not grow in the garden more, might watering...

Winter in April has begun there, sometimes too meet...

Gardener sits silently near fire-place...was sadly filling...

Can be will help, he drinks of sweet tea with the sweetest biscuit...

Tsira Gogeshvili

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